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Perhaps the look had not been there at all. Perhaps it was simply her own feelings finding reflection for her where none existed. She became impatient with herself and grasped at the memory of Jeff's greeting when she had first appeared in the hotel parlor, equipped for the reception. He had not said much. But that was always Jeff's way. But there had been his quick smile of unusual satisfaction.
He offered no word of condolence or sympathy. Only after a very decided pause he said, "I wonder what you will do?" "I am going to London," she said. "Soon?" Jeff's voice was curt, almost gruff. "Yes, very soon." She hesitated momentarily, then went on rapidly, as if it were a relief to tell someone. "My father's life was insured.
For older children's studies, the three cadets and Jeff had divided their work into four classifications. Roger covered electronics, astrophysics, astrogation, and allied fields. Astro took charge of rockets, missiles, power machinery, and applied uses of atomic energy. Jeff's work was biological, bacteriological, mineralogical, and geological.
I thought it was odd you weren't round to see us off. Go and surprise the girls. They're just back there, waiting for their berths." Jeff hurried eagerly away. A moment later Evelyn, standing in the aisle beside Charlotte, felt a touch on her arm. She looked up, and met Jeff's eyes smiling down at her. "Did you think I'd let you go like that?" he said in her ear.
The week passed quietly, and without any further pleading on Jeff's part; only, he was unusually quiet and thoughtful. On the morning before the expected arrival of the steamer from India, Jeff was missing from Loch Lossie. Brian came in hot haste to his father, eager to inform him of the unwarranted disappearance. Brian was fond of establishing his own virtue by declaring the faults of others.
Sillett met Jeff's glance with a simple bow, and the inevitable remark, "Hurt yourself?" Jeff explained. While describing his misadventure he decided that Bud could not be a party to the father's crime. Sillett asked for permission to examine the wounded leg Presently he asked Jeff to stand up. "Oh, Dad!" protested Bud. Jeff obeyed, glad to discover that he could stand upon the injured foot.
I regret that I may not give Yuba Bill's literal reply. It suggested a form of inquiry at once distant, indirect, outrageous, and impossible. The bar-keeper flashed a lantern upon Jeff's curls and his drooping eyelashes and mustaches. "It's that son o' Briggs o' Tuolumne pooty boy, ain't he?" Bill disdained a reply. "Played himself out down there, I reckon. Left his rifle here in pawn."
"I'm glad Jeff didn't tell you," said Westover, with a revulsion of good feeling toward him. "He'd 'a' died first," said his mother. "But Mr. Whit'ell done just right all through, and I sha'n't soon forget it. Jeff's give me a proper goin' over for what I done; both the boys have. But I couldn't help it, and I should do just so again.
A single day might solve the crux nay, it might bring the great happiness of which he dreamed. But each morning as he woke with the dawn he saw that mighty army without banners, the sheep, marching upon their stronghold, the broad mesa which fed the last of Jeff's cows, and Judge Ware's, and Lucy's and sprang from his blankets. And when the sun rose and Kitty came forth he was far away. But now
He tended him carefully, and respected the reticence Jeff guarded concerning the whole matter, even with the young doctor whom his friend called, and who kept to himself his impressions of the nature of Jeff's injuries. Jeff lay in his darkened room, and burned with them, and with the thoughts, guesses, purposes which flamed through his mind. Had she, that girl, known what her brother meant to do?
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